Thursday, December 5, 2013

Turtlenecks; red, green, blue, yellow, white, purple, pink, long sleeve, short sleeve, mock style, just think; Every morning, noon and night I must wear them to the brink, to cover up my scars and that just plain stinks! One day I will shed these high collars and return them to their proper place the Turtle!

Sunday, April 21, 2013

SUMMER TIME: I love the heat of the summer, tanning by the pool or ocean, smell of freshly mowed grass, flip flops, beautiful green foliage everywhere, outside festivals, and the length of the daylight hours.

My least favorite and hardest thing to cope with during the summer is what to wear. Due to my many surgeries I have a road map all over my torso, not to mention the under the skin bump, better known as my esophagus. This makes it EXTREMELY difficult to find a swimsuit, tops and shirts that camouflage my scars, yet keep me cool. Each time I go to shop for these items I all but break down into tears because of this daunting task. Sometimes I handle it better than others. This brings me to two different events.Just recently I was shopping for high neck tops/shirts for the summer. As I was looking through the racks it dawned on me that all the other Ladies in the same store did not know how blessed they were to choose whatever fashion appealed to them. I took about eight pieces to the dressing room and came out with two. One that zipped up the front and the other that buttoned to the top. How ridiculous I will look this summer with these two shirts up to my neck, but it is better than the alternative I would experience. I made my purchases and later in the day called my Mother to tell her about my conquest of two shirts.

The other shopping excursion occurred earlier than the one just described. I was again shopping for tops/shirts and I had an epiphany, that even though I could not choose what I would really like to wear I had money to buy what I could wear and thought that was a blessing.

The swimsuit issue was resolved by my more than EXTRAORDINARY Mother. She found a wonderful Lady who professionally designs gowns, swimsuits, etc for pageants. This beautiful woman graciously made me many swimsuits to die for. I now have one of a kind suits and proudly wear them at the pool and beach.

Both of these shopping events probably happen to most women for some reason or another. We must remember when we are thinking that someone has more choices than we do that is not necessarily so. Be happy in the skin we are in for someone else's challenges may be greater.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

A Doctor once told my parents, "The only thing that will save your baby is a miracle".

So, if that was the truth, then I must be a miracle. One would think that a miracle has special privileges or magical attributes. With my miracle status why has my life been full of struggles, bad choices, and not bluebirds of happiness? The only one who knows the answer to that question is the one who preformed the miracle of saving my life, God. I guess once the miracle of life was given to me, it was up to me to find those bluebirds of happiness. As I have gotten older life has become somewhat easier however, I am still struggling to define why am I a miracle?